Divorced Dad's Gourmet Shop

Chapter 466: Chapter 365: Lei Mingyue: Four-Joy Meatballs!?

’A man like Jiang Liu—so clever and sharp—how could he not see through her little tricks?’

Besides, everyone in this shop was one of Jiang Liu’s trusted people.

Pulling these petty stunts would only make Jiang Liu look down on her.

Worse, what if President Jiang deliberately didn’t expose her, played along with her act, and then gave her a small reward at the end?

If that happened, Ren Qingqing would want to find a hole to crawl into and hide.

She knew Jiang Liu had high emotional intelligence, so he most likely wouldn’t expose her.

She mulled it over, distressed.

Suddenly, Ren Qingqing froze.

’Wait, am I actually starting to become sincere...?’

???

’Does Jiang Liu really have that much of a magical charm?’

’I’ve only been working for Jiang Liu for a few days, and I’m already starting to think on his behalf??’

’Oh, whatever.’

’President Jiang is good to me, and he even cares about my well-being. He’s nothing like Mr. Jun.’

Ren Qingqing felt a sense of relief.

She glanced at her subordinates, who were squatting to the side, laughing as they played games on their phones, and shook her head, speechless.

’The difference is obvious!’

Several of her team members were grinding ranked matches in the canyon of *Honor of Kings*.

They weren’t thinking as deeply as Ren Qingqing.

Right now, only one thing was on their minds.

’Delicious!’

’So good!’

’Such a bargain!’

’President Jiang’s steamed buns are so delicious. We have to eat more tonight.’

’No, wait, we’re having stir-fry tonight. The stir-fry is super delicious too.’

Hahahaha.

’Oh, the match is starting. I can pick Zhao Yun this round.’

*

Yang Yixue ordered another cup of coffee.

"So? No customers, right?"

She looked completely relaxed.

She had just seen a total of nine people go in, and they came out very quickly. That meant business was terrible, and the customers clearly hadn’t eaten much.

Li Xiaoyan looked delighted and refreshed. Her crossed eyes swiveled with excitement as she said, "I told you before, advertising is king! He wants to make money without spending any. He doesn’t understand the first thing about investing!"

"Poor people are just poor people. Their brains are completely inflexible!"

Yang Yixue listened to Li Xiaoyan’s jeers, a smirk playing on her lips.

Although her mother was an idiot, she was quite satisfying to listen to when she was badmouthing someone.

"Let’s watch a while longer. We should study the lessons from other people’s failures. It’ll help us avoid a lot of mistakes."

Yang Yixue took a sip of her coffee and said flatly.

"Exactly!" A sense of superiority swelled in Li Xiaoyan’s heart. "There’s a reason poor people are poor. I’m telling you, the only reason his other two shops did well was pure luck."

"Now that he’s squandered all his luck, he’s naturally starting to go downhill."

Yang Yixue pulled out her phone, then put it down again, resisting the urge to send Jiang Liu a taunting message.

She knew in her heart that one shouldn’t get complacent. It was better to get rich quietly.

*

*

「Yangzhai Street.」

At eleven o’clock, the sun broke through the thick, dark clouds.

The rain stopped, the sky cleared, and Uncle Liu felt he was back in the game.

The two resumed their game of Fried Golden Flower.

Jiang Liu carried the insulated containers to the counter one by one.

’Good thing I have a ten-point physique bonus, or I really wouldn’t be able to move these.’

Inside was half a large tub of Muxu Pork.

The customers had been clamoring for it, so he was happy to oblige.

In addition to the Muxu Pork, Jiang Liu had also made a large basin of Four-Joy Meatballs.

Four-Joy Meatballs are a type of Shandong cuisine.

Main ingredients: Pork, flour, eggs.

Symbolism: Fortune, Prosperity, Longevity, and Joy.

Each meatball was about the size of a baby’s fist, with a reddish-golden hue. They were savory, crisp, and tender, filling the mouth with the rich fragrance of pork and egg.

Jiang Liu had followed the steps from a Shandong cookbook. He’d eaten a few of the meatballs he made, but he had no benchmark for comparison.

’Still, among all the dishes I’ve ever made, I’d rate these a nine out of ten!’

The phone on the counter vibrated.

Wang City: "It’s all done. Should I bring the household register over to you?"

Jiang Liu wiped his hands, glanced at the message, and was surprised.

He typed back in surprise, "How was it so fast? I thought it would take two or three days."

The offices are closed on Saturday and Sunday, and today is Monday.

Wang City: "Of course! When you’re doing a favor for the Kitchen God, you’ve got to be fast, right? As it happens, I have a friend who has some sway in that department, so they gave it the green light all the way."

The two of them had grown closer, and their conversations had become very casual.

Jiang Liu: "Alright, it’s just about lunchtime, so your timing is perfect. Hurry up and bring it over. I’ll whip something up for you while you’re here. I made Four-Joy Meatballs today."

Wang City: "I’m already on my way!"

Wang City: "Starting the car."

Wang City: "Save some for me! Don’t you dare sell out. My wife loves Four-Joy Meatballs!"

Actually, he was the one who loved them.

Jiang Liu: "No need to rush. I’ve set some aside for you. You can even come at one."

Wang City: "OK!"

Besides loving Jiang Liu’s food, he also genuinely liked Jiang Liu as a person.

Just sitting around and chatting with him was much better than dealing with the self-important lawyers he faced every day.

Jiang Liu checked his other messages.

There wasn’t much.

His wife had sent him an update from the kindergarten.

Tongtong was looking aggrieved while eating the kindergarten’s food. She looked so miserable she was about to cry, throwing a little tantrum and demanding her daddy’s cooking.

Jiang Liu went next door to take a look.

The progress was pretty good.

The flooring was laid, the wall panels and suspended ceiling were done, and the kitchen door had been sealed up.

The whole shop had a wood-themed decor. In the corners were large, ancient-style wine jars, red on top and black on the bottom. A fake tiger skin hung on the wall.

There was even a wooden sign that read, "Three Bowls and You Can’t Cross the Ridge."

It really had the vibe of *Water Margin*!

He returned to his shop.

Secretary Wang was already waiting. "Where did you go, Boss Jiang? You didn’t find a corner to slack off in, did you?"

"You think I’m like you?"

Jiang Liu retorted with a smile, saying, "Your order is ready. Sixteen Four-Joy Meatballs, one Muxu Pork set, one plate of beef, and ten steamed buns. And here’s your own small portion."

"Is that enough?"

"Enough! It’s more than enough!"

"I’m off, Boss Jiang!"

"Alright, be careful on your way."

Secretary Wang excitedly took the bags and disappeared in a flash, like a frisky little donkey.

The shop opened for business at twelve.

As soon as customers heard there were two special dishes on the menu today, they swarmed the shop, pushing and shoving as if their lives depended on it.

The sight of all those eyes, glowing with a green, hungry light, made Jiang Liu panic. He was genuinely worried they might knock his shop to pieces!

"Brother Jiang, can I buy both the Four-Joy Meatballs and the Muxu Pork?" Jin Wei asked quickly.

"No, you can only choose one of the specially priced dishes."

"I’ll have the Four-Joy Meatballs then!"

"I’ll take a Muxu Pork set. Will there be Four-Joy Meatballs this afternoon?"

"No."

"Alright then."

"Hahaha, good thing we came together, girls. We can share and try each other’s food."

A young office worker slapped his forehead in regret. He should have brought his mom along.

In the line at the entrance.

Lei Mingyue sent a virtual "castle" gift to a female streamer.

The streamer asked to add him on WeChat, but he decisively refused.

The more unobtainable he was, the more desperate she would become.

He loved having a flock of beautiful women fawning over him all day, calling him "Big Brother."

Soon, he walked into the shop, wearing headphones and holding his phone.

"Xiao Jiang, do you remember who I am?"

Lei Mingyue asked with a hearty laugh, stroking his beard.

"I don’t." Jiang Liu shook his head slightly, feeling baffled.

Two days had passed, and he had long forgotten the man’s name, though he had a vague impression of the white-bearded old man.

"Hehe, I am Lei Mingyue, the foremost expert of Shandong cuisine in all of Huaxia!"

"So, how about it? Will you consider becoming my final disciple? If you agree, how about I gift you a sports car?"

Lei Mingyue wore a confident expression. ’Surely a young man can’t refuse the allure of a sports car, right?’

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